Hubby's Torment: Wife's BBC Breeding Ritual

Hubby's Torment: Wife's BBC Breeding Ritual

Tim sat in the corner of the master bedroom on the small wooden stool they’d bought specifically for this occasion, knees together like a schoolboy waiting to be scolded. The pink chastity cage locked around his tiny dick was already biting into him, the steel ring snug behind his balls, the short tube forcing his pathetic little white penis into a permanent tuck. A thin string of pre-cum had leaked from the slit and was now dripping onto the hardwood floor in slow, humiliating drops.

Kayla stood in front of him, hands on her wide hips, looking every inch the fertile goddess she was. At twenty-six, her body had only gotten thicker and juicier with the years of trying to conceive. Her heavy tits strained against a sheer white babydoll, the dark circles of her nipples clearly visible. The matching thong disappeared between the plump cheeks of her ass. She smirked down at her husband.

“Still can’t believe we’re actually doing this, huh, little guy?” She reached down and flicked the cage with one manicured nail. The metal clinked. Tim’s cock tried desperately to swell and failed miserably. “Two years of your sad little squirts and my womb is still empty. Tonight that changes. Marcus is going to breed me like you never could.”

Tim swallowed, voice hoarse. “I… I know, honey. I want this for you.”

Kayla laughed, bright and musical. “You want it for me? That’s adorable. You want to watch a real man with a real cock put a baby in me while your shriveled little white worm stays locked up. Say it.”

“I want to watch Marcus breed you,” Tim whispered, cheeks burning.

“Louder, cucky.”

“I want to watch Marcus breed you with his huge black cock!”

Kayla’s grin widened. She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her ass as she peeled the babydoll over her head. Her massive tits bounced free, nipples already stiff. She hooked her thumbs in her thong and slid it down her thick thighs, bending at the waist so her shaved, puffy pussy winked at him from between her legs.

“God, I’m so wet already,” she moaned, running two fingers along her slit and showing him the glistening strands. “This pussy knows it’s about to get what it needs. Not that sad little dribble you call cum. Real seed. Potent seed. BBC seed.”

The doorbell rang.

Kayla’s eyes lit up. “Stay right there. Don’t you dare move that caged clit.”

She practically skipped out of the room. Tim heard the door open, the deep rumble of Marcus’s voice, and then the sound of his wife giggling like a schoolgirl. A minute later they walked in together.

Marcus was six-foot-five of pure muscle, dark skin gleaming under the bedroom lights. He wore a tight black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the monstrous bulge swinging between his legs. He looked at Tim sitting there in nothing but the chastity cage and a pair of socks and let out a rich, amused chuckle.

“Well, damn. Look at this sad little white boy. You really wearing that thing for me tonight?”

Tim nodded, unable to meet the bigger man’s eyes.

Marcus stepped closer until his crotch was inches from Tim’s face. The outline of his cock was obscene, thick as a wrist even while soft.

“Beg me,” Marcus said simply.

Tim’s mouth went dry. Kayla stood beside them, idly circling one of her nipples with a fingertip, watching with hungry eyes.

“Please… please breed my wife,” Tim croaked.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Try harder, cuck. Tell me why.”

Tim’s face burned crimson. “Because my dick is too small and useless to get her pregnant. Because she needs a real man. A big black bull with a huge cock and heavy balls full of strong seed. Please, Marcus. Please fuck my wife and knock her up while I watch from my cage.”

Marcus grinned, satisfied. “Good boy.” He reached down and casually tugged the front of his sweatpants down. His massive black cock sprang out, half-hard and already longer than Tim’s entire erection even when fully caged. It hung heavy, veined, with a fat, plum-colored head. The scent of clean musk filled Tim’s nose.

Kayla dropped to her knees immediately, right between the two men. She looked up at her husband with wicked delight.

“Watch closely, baby. This is how a real woman greets a superior cock.”

She opened wide and took Marcus into her mouth. The sheer size made her jaw stretch obscenely. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed, taking more and more until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair. Her throat bulged. Thick strands of saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her swaying tits.

Tim’s cage throbbed violently. The tiny bit of his dick that could swell was mashed painfully against the steel, a constant reminder of his inadequacy. Pre-cum poured out of him now, forming a growing puddle between his feet.

Marcus groaned, one big hand resting on the back of Kayla’s head as he slowly fucked her face. “That’s it, baby. Suck that breeding cock. Show your husband what those lips are really for.”

Kayla pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the glistening shaft. She turned to Tim, eyes glassy with lust.

“See this, tiny? This is what a real dick looks like. Thick enough to ruin me for you forever. And these balls—” she cupped the heavy, swinging sack and lifted it toward Tim’s face, “—these are going to pump me so full I’ll be leaking for days.”

She dove back down, gagging herself enthusiastically, mascara starting to run.

Marcus looked down at Tim. “You’re leaking like a faucet, man. That little thing actually trying to get hard in there? Pathetic.”

Tim could only whimper.

After several minutes of sloppy, enthusiastic throat-fucking, Marcus pulled Kayla up by her hair and tossed her onto the bed like she weighed nothing. She landed on all fours, ass up, back arched, pussy visibly drooling down her inner thighs.

“Time to breed this married white pussy,” Marcus growled. He looked at Tim. “Bring that phone over here. Your wife wants a close-up of the moment she becomes a BBC slut for real.”

Tim shuffled over on shaky legs, chastity cage swinging, and picked up Kayla’s phone. She had the camera app already open. He held it as instructed while Marcus lined up the massive head of his cock with her dripping slit.

The first push made Kayla moan like a whore. The fat head popped inside her, stretching her lips obscenely wide. Tim zoomed in, hands trembling, capturing every veiny inch as Marcus sank deeper and deeper until his heavy balls rested against her clit.

“Fuuuuuck yes!” Kayla cried, pushing back. “That’s it, baby. Stretch me. Ruin me for my husband’s little worm.”

Marcus started thrusting, slow and powerful at first, then faster. The wet slap of his hips against her fat ass filled the room. Kayla’s tits swung wildly beneath her. She looked straight into the camera Tim was holding.

“Smile, cucky. This is the moment your marriage becomes a breeding ground. Look how my pussy swallows every inch. You could never reach this deep. Never.”

She laughed breathlessly as Marcus really began to pound her, hard, rhythmic strokes that made her whole body jiggle. Tim’s cage was a torture device now, his denied cock pulsing uselessly.

They switched positions. Marcus flipped Kayla onto her back, grabbed her ankles, and folded her in half in a deep mating press. Her knees were beside her ears, ass tilted up, pussy presented like an offering. He drove back in with one brutal thrust.

Kayla screamed in pleasure. “Oh my god, he’s in my womb! He’s fucking my cervix!”

Marcus grunted, hips hammering down. The angle let Tim see everything in horrifying, erotic detail, the way her pink inner walls clung to the dark shaft, the frothy white cream coating his cock, the way her clit throbbed every time those heavy balls slapped against her.

“Tell him,” Marcus ordered, voice rough.

Kayla’s eyes rolled back as she squirted for the first time, clear fluid spraying across Marcus’s abs.

“Only BBC can knock me up!” she wailed. “Your little white dick is never getting this pussy pregnant! Only this big black cock! Only Marcus’s superior seed! I’m his breeding bitch now!”

She came again, harder, body shaking, toes curling. Marcus didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, then through another, until she was a babbling, squirting mess.

Tim was told to edge himself. He wrapped two fingers and a thumb around the outside of the cage and frantically rubbed what little he could, never enough, always denied, while his wife begged for another man’s baby right in front of him.

Finally Marcus roared. His balls drew up tight and he buried himself to the hilt.

The first pulse was so powerful Tim could actually see the base of Marcus’s cock throb as it delivered the first thick rope directly into Kayla’s fertile womb. She screamed in triumph, cumming again as she felt it flood her.

“Yes! Fill me! Breed me! Give me that black baby!”

Load after load pumped into her. Marcus stayed buried deep, grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside. When he finally pulled out, a torrent of thick white cum tried to escape, but Marcus was ready. He grabbed the thick black breeding plug from the nightstand (a fat silicone stopper with a flared base) and pushed it firmly into her stretched hole, trapping the massive load inside her.

Kayla lay there panting, belly slightly distended from the sheer volume, a blissed-out smile on her face.

Marcus stood up, cock still semi-hard and shiny with their combined juices. He looked at Tim.

“On your knees, cuck. Time to thank the man who just did what you couldn’t.”

Tim dropped immediately, knees in the puddle of his own pre-cum. “Thank you, Marcus. Thank you for breeding my wife. Thank you for giving her what I never could.”

Marcus patted his head like a dog. “Good boy. Now clean her up. Every drop that leaked out is yours.”

Kayla spread her legs. Tim crawled between them, face inches from her plugged pussy. The strong scent of Marcus’s cum made his head spin. He licked obediently at the mess that had escaped around the plug, salty, thick, masculine. Kayla cooed and stroked his hair.

“That’s it, clean up my bull’s mess like a good little cum eater. This is your new role, baby. This is what you were always meant for.”

When he had licked her thighs and the sheets clean, Kayla reached down and patted the chastity cage. His poor denied cock twitched helplessly at the brief contact.

“Round two starts in twenty minutes,” she giggled, voice husky. “Marcus is going to take my ass this time while you film it in 4K. I hope that little cage doesn’t explode before then.”

Tim whimpered, forehead pressed against her cum-filled belly, lost in humiliated bliss.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, loud and insistent.

Kayla’s eyes widened. Marcus froze. Tim lifted his head, confused.

“Who the hell…” Kayla began.

The doorbell rang a second time, followed by three sharp knocks and a familiar, cheerful voice calling through the front door.

“Kayla? Tim? Surprise! We came early for the weekend visit like we texted about. You guys home?”

It was Kayla’s mother.

And she had a key.